Bron sat there staring at the tabletop
and suddenly he was in her face. “When are you going
to learn that this is to keep both of you alive!”
he shouted at her.
Bron ignored him; she was to pissed
off to talk right now. She got up and headed for
“Stop, I’m not done talking to you
yet!” He yelled at her back.
Ya know, who the hell does he think
he’s talking to me like that, she thought. Bron turned
very deliberately and looked at him. “Kiss my ass,”
and she ran for the bedroom, slamming the door and
locking it. She knew that would push him right over
“Open it!” he yelled, as he slammed
his fist into the door.
“No!” she barked back.
“Open it now!” he came back with;
as the door nearly jumped off the frame it sat in.
Slamming his shoulder into the center of the door.
Whoa, he’s really pissed so much
for a truce, Bron thought. I wonder if he does that
shit at home.
“Bron, I had this conversation last
night. I will not be locked out of our bedroom,”
he yelled at her from the other side of the door.
Then he stopped she wouldn’t remember last night he
grinned as he went and got the key. Once he had the
key he stood by the door giving her the chance to
open it herself.
Bron felt extremely brave with a
locked door between them. “It’s not our bedroom.
We are not a thing.” She shouted at the door.
“Bron, I’m not kidding, open it now,”
he spoke to her. He let the last comment she made
sink in. That’s what you think witch.
Bron watched the door to see if it
was going to jump again, it didn’t. “You almost had
me suckered Kev, almost,” she chirped. “Well you
better go curl up on the couch Lurch because you’re
not getting in here,” she yelled.
“Bron I will ask you one more time
to open this door.” He said to her, trying to control
his temper, as he removed his jeans and shirt. Boy
is she in for a surprise, not a thing; I don’t think
so, he thought. If she thinks that I would even bother
to go to this much trouble any woman she’s nuts, he
“Well Kevin, I’m gonna tell you something.
You don’t and won’t ever own me. This is the new
Millennium. I am a person. Just because Mc is twisted
doesn’t mean that I accept it. This whole situation
is nothing but a big amusement for you. It happens
to be my life.” Bron paused and grinned at the door.
I feel so much better getting that
off my chest she reflected on. “Well Kevin I’m going
to strip my clothes off one by one and crawl into
your bed, all by myself.” That probably was uncalled
for she contemplated after she said it. That was
just being a smartass and a tease. Oh well, to late
Bron removed her clothes and crawled
into bed. “Hey Kev, does your mom know you have a
dark side? Well nite, nite, Lurch.” Bron giggled
to herself, fixed your ass didn’t I. You won’t be
bullying me anymore. She sighed and closed her eyes
as she rolled herself up into a ball on her side.
Bron was half asleep when she heard
a noise; oh it’s just the lock, she murmured. Oh
fuck the lock as she began to sit up but was pushed
gently straight back down. She felt the weight settle
“Yes my mother knows I have a dark
side sort of.” He hissed in her face. “It’s called
possessiveness, but till now it’s really never been
a problem. I used to get jealous, that’s about it.”
Kevin continued to talk as he forcibly
uncurled her body. Placing her arms at her sides,
he sat gently on her hips pinning her arms between
his legs and her body, rendering her helpless. “When
I tell you I own you it’s because I do, make no mistake
about it. I already fill your daydreams and night
dreams. If that weren’t true you wouldn’t have wrote
what you did in your fic. So I look at this way,
I already rule most of your brain or thinking as you
might say.” He gazed at her in the dark. He could
see that she didn’t like what he had to say, but she
knew it was true.
Settling one hand on either side
of the pillow, he leaned down and smiled. “This morning
I showed you that I can and will take your body, because
you desire me as much as I desire you. You just lack
experience.” He smirked at her. Bron glared back
He placed his nose on hers and his
dark hair fell forward framing his face. “The fact
that Mc gave you to me is ludicrous, I know what century
this is. When I fell in love with you before I met
you, I considered you mine and I always will. Mc
just made it easier for me. This is not an amusement
to me. I am the one who rocked you out of your nightmares
the last few nights. I am the one you have told your
darkest secrets to.” He stopped waiting for her reactions.
A tear slid down her face. “You must feel something
for me or you wouldn’t have done that.”
Placing his lips on hers and whispered,
“I’m working on the rest of you slowly but surely.
So Bron when I say I own you, I do, but it’s because
I love you.” He kissed her forcefully and demandingly.
Bron yielded to him and caressed
his tongue with hers. He slowly deepened the kiss
as he grabbed her head with his hands. Gently he
pulled away from the kiss. “Look at me,” he whispered
warmly to her. Her eyes were half closed and she
“Ownership isn’t a bad thing when
you look at it the way I do, get use to it.” He retuned
his lips to hers and kissed her some more until he
heard her moan. Oh she likes my kisses, good kisses,
he smiled inside himself.
His hands rubbed and glided all over
her body and he worked her to her peak. Kevin grinned
at her, inside he was thinking, tease me will you,
he thought, not any more. Gently he rolled off her
and settled next to her on his back. He captured
her hands in his and held them to his chest. “I told
you never to tease me with sex, didn’t I? Goodnight
darlin’, I love you,” he spoke softly.
Bron tried to pull her hands out
from under his. He chuckled softly and tightened
his grip. “No Bron these stay with me, not that I’m
implying anything, but I know what state you’re in
right now. You put me in the same position yesterday
and implied it tonight. Now you’ll find out what
the word frustrated means,” he laughed.
“You bastard,” she seethed out at
Kevin raised her hand to his lips
and kissed her fingertips. Laughing softly, “Sweet
dreams Bron.” He returned her hands to his chest
and tightly covered them with his.
Bron laid there on her side. She
had no choice; Kevin had her hands tightly in his
grip. The blood was rushing through her ears and
she couldn’t catch her breath. She was hot and sweaty
and couldn’t get comfortable. She thought as she
tried to calm herself. First it was fear and now
this; how can he do this? It’s damn power play.
She heard her inner-self screaming to her to get control.
I can’t; it’s too late, he took it, she thought.
Bron ached so bad it hurt. Then the shock hit her.
She had always been the one to walk away. Mc taught
her how to play the game and when to fold.
Bron gently would try to pull her
hands but Kevin wasn’t relenting and every now then
she would hear him laugh softly.
“Relax Bron you’ll calm down soon,”
he spoke as he rubbed her hands laying on his chest.
“Not when you’re doing that,” she
“Oh what’s the matter babe? Am I
fanning the flame? I know it aches, doesn’t it?
Just try and relax.” Kevin thought to himself this
is really mean but maybe she’ll learn not to do it
to me anymore.
Bron laid there still trying to figure
how to get him to change his mind. Kevin was known
for being stubborn, she just figured it was bad press.
I guess they were right.
Bron thought about it, might work,
turn around is fair play. Bron slid her leg up and
set it on Kevin’s. Slowly she started rubbing her
leg up and down his.
What is she up to? Kevin wondered.
He felt her shift her hips and press into his thigh.
Oh, that’s what she’s doing as he felt the warm wet
folds come in contact with his skin. Boy is she desperate,
he giggled to himself.
Kevin quickly rolled on his side
to face her. He pushed his one leg under hers, he
set his other leg over her, and locked his ankles
together. He laughed as he forced her legs together
and at the expression on her face. “You’re not gonna
grind on me Bron so just simmer down and deal with
it,” he told her, very amused with her actions. Industrious
little thing she is.
Bron let out an agitated moan and
curse words that even shocked him.
Bron closed her eyes she didn’t want
to see him. She was so mad she could kill him. Bron
lay there for what seemed like forever praying for
sleep to put her out of her misery. Her body finally
relaxed and she drifted off to sleep.
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